"It makes quite a delta, doesn't it?" replied Uncle Robert.
"Sure enough," said Donald. "You remember the day of our picnic we were going to see if there was one here, and we forgot it."
"Now you see where some of the dirt or silt that is brought down by the creek goes," said Uncle Robert. "And all this must have been left here since the flood in the spring. Frank is right. The creek is really building land all the time."
"Most of the dirt or—what did you call it—silt goes down the river, doesn't it?" asked Frank.
"Our land goes down the river," said Joe; "I've seen it."
"And the river is building land for us," said Donald.
"Yes," said Uncle Robert, "the river works all the time, tearing down in some places and building up in others. The clouds give us rain, the rain goes down into the ground, and then comes out and runs into the streams, and then—"
"Into the ocean," said Frank.
"And then—"
No one spoke.